Sonnet CVI
With ills unseen the phantom plague doth lurk, Where sickness stirs in the bowels of distress, And such bitter poison has gone berserk; As pained loss hallmarks this evil illness. Death hath called upon the weak and frightened; A bitter chill hath swept the land-living, Where fear forsaken tis not enlightened, In virus pitiless unforgiving. […]
Sonnet CV
Reproach upon my bounty tis as morn, Easy to rise up in disdain for light, For hoisted high Sun’s rays are beauty born; Yet blame can change day to obscure night. Censure provokes nebulous thought in mind; Whereto adverse fixation prison bear, And self-destructive to the guilty bind, For dark night’s friend such apathy declare. […]